Ready for the Dance

The Ghost of Bobby Forster

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Someone was watching over me as I ran down your street
I could almost feel the cars silver bumper break both my knees
Head in the clouds, feet on the ground, Blinded and blind
Ran all the way back home, waved a knife in the air, and there we were.

And did you say you saw the ghost of Bobby Forster running with us?
He came banging a white stick, rattling chains down main street.

Your room was cold our breath hang in the air,
Lay back in bed, our nerves steady, out of our minds
Wrapped up in our winter, stealing crap we didn’t need
Clinging to each other through the thin and thicker

This winters been slow and I wondered why you didn’t write
When we last spoke I really was that cold, but now there’s
magic and white light and paint for when the blood runs thin
And if you’re looking for distance, here I am

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